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Chapters (58)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter 1
  4. Chapter 2
  5. Chapter 3
  6. Chapter 4
  7. Chapter 5
  8. Chapter 6
  9. Chapter 7
  10. Chapter 8
  11. Chapter 9
  12. Chapter 10
  13. Chapter 11
  14. Chapter 12
  15. Chapter 13
  16. Chapter 14
  17. Chapter 15
  18. Chapter 16
  19. Chapter 17
  20. Chapter 18
  21. Chapter 19
  22. Chapter 20
  23. Chapter 21
  24. Chapter 22
  25. Chapter 23
  26. Chapter 24
  27. Chapter 25
  28. Chapter 26
  29. Chapter 27
  30. Chapter 28
  31. Chapter 29
  32. Chapter 30
  33. Chapter 31
  34. Chapter 32
  35. Chapter 33
  36. Chapter 34
  37. Chapter 35
  38. Chapter 36
  39. Chapter 37
  40. Chapter 38
  41. Chapter 39
  42. Chapter 40
  43. Chapter 41
  44. Chapter 42
  45. Chapter 43
  46. Chapter 44
  47. Chapter 45
  48. Chapter 46
  49. Chapter 47
  50. Chapter 48
  51. Chapter 49
  52. Chapter 50
  53. Chapter 51
  54. What Happened to the Witnesses?
  55. Acknowledgements
  56. About the Author
  57. Rory Clements Readers’ Club
  58. Letter from Author

She sighed. ‘You know, I sincerely wish he was alive. I wish I had been able to persuade him to leave the bunker and come with me, but he wouldn’t leave.’

‘Then tell us every detail of your trip and your meetings with him. That last flight out of Berlin.’

‘Of course.’ A smile lit up her face. Her large eyes sparkled. ‘I like nothing better than to talk about flying. So, I was with General Robert Ritter von Greim . . .’

‘Your lover?’ Heck asked.

She laughed. ‘So people say, but I would never talk about such things, even if they were true. But it is no secret that Robert and I were close. Anyway, in the final days of the war, Goering was dismissed as head of the Luftwaffe and Ritter von Greim was promoted in his place. Not that there was much left of the Luftwaffe to command, you understand. The Führer wanted to see him to give him his orders, but Robert was in Munich. The question was how to get into Berlin when it was almost completely overrun by the Red Army? All we had left was a few hundred metres around the Führerbunker and the Chancellery.’

‘What did you do?’

‘Well, Robert was undeterred. He would have been within his rights to say such a journey was impossible but he was utterly loyal to Hitler and I was loyal to both of them. Together, Ritter von Greim and I flew from Munich to the large airbase at Rechlin, north of Berlin. We commandeered a Focke-Wulf and flew on to Gatow on the western outskirts of Berlin.’

‘But you were flying through enemy airspace – surely you were attacked?’

‘Of course, but we had a fighter escort, forty strong. We were damaged but lucky because we managed to land safely. Many of the brave fighter pilots who escorted us were not so fortunate.’

‘All for the vanity of one man.’

She gave him a death stare, then moved on with her tale. ‘With the Focke-Wulf out of commission, we transferred to a Fieseler Storch for the last leg into the city centre.’

‘Wasn’t that suicidal?’

‘It was war. You are a soldier, Lieutenant. Soldiers put their lives on the line and never question an order.’

‘Carry on.’